Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-liga

Kaw-Liga was a wooden
over by the door
Fell in love a Chocktaw maid
in the Georgia store

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, never let it show
She ever answer, yes or no

And he always his Sunday feathers
And carried his old hawk
Maiden her beads and braids
An hoped someday he'd

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, don't show a sign
his heart is made of knotty pine

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't what you what miss
Is it any wonder that face is red?
Kaw-Liga, you poor old wooden

was a lonely Indian
Never nowhere
was set on the Chocktaw maid
Wearin' the long, black

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, don't never a sign
'Cause his heart was made of knotty

And then one day, a wealthy
Bought the Indian
her oh so far away
And ol' stayed

Kaw-Liga, ooh
there, as lonesome as can be
Ah, just wishin' he were still an ol' tree

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you just ain't never had no
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, hoss, you don't what you're missin'
Is it any wonder, your face is red?
Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' wooden

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